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Dec 2015
He says he likes me,
But he doesn't want to have a love life.
He makes it sound we're getting married,
But we're not.
Why doesn't he get that?
People ask me when we're going to date.
I tell them to ask him, maybe he'll tell them.
But I know him, he won't.
I don't know why, I just know.
He hurt me and know I must act like I don't feel it anymore.
Some days are good,
Others I can't decide if I want to scream at him or hug him.
Its the best and worst kind of torture.
Written by
Kaylee Buttry
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